Sarah's Find - Chapter 9

You tighten your grip on the black threads of the thong. It's too risky to try and move now. Better to wait and see what happens.

It's a decision you regret almost immediately. Once she reaches the bed, she practically spins around, throwing you off her body and onto the expansive landscape that is the coverlet. It's thick and soft. You land from the great height without so much as a scratch. But when you finally regain your senses, you look up and see the expansive sight of her big rear high above you. Her hands run down her sides, then to her hips before grabbing overflowing handfuls of the fleshy derriere. After a few good squeezes, they trace back up towards her breasts. Then, she begins to bend.

There is no chance to even think of moving.

You don't get lucky this time. There isn't another moment caught between her cheeks. The full weight of her booty comes down on top of you and, if not for the very soft surface you lay on, it would flatten you more than a pancake. You can't move. You can't breath. You're simply trapped as the great rear grinds you against the coverlet. Distantly, you can still her moaning. The reality of the situation is not lost on you; you just might die under a girl as she masturbates. Desperately, you flail against the flesh, but you can't. The weight is too great. All the air in your body feels as if it is being squeezed out of you like toothpaste from a tube.

Suddenly the pressure is released from you.

Your body instinctively starts pulling in gulps of air. You're so focused on that you don't hear the magnified sound of rustling clothes. Nor do you do realize that you are stuck to her ass until it plops right back down on you.

Once again you are pinned, once again you cannot breath. But worse, she has begun to move, squirming and twisting as mounting pleasure courses through her body. Occasionally her back arches, lifting you off the coverlet again. You push against the flesh to try and free yourself, but your body is adhered tightly to hers. Repeatedly you are slammed down onto the bed. Her moans turn to gasps, then to cries, growing and growing and growing and...

Her body jolts in one big spasm. Then, she collapses back down right on top of you, cutting off your air once more. This time, however, she does not lift back up. If you weren't caught under her, you would see your vision beginning to fade. Fate laughs with cruel irony as you hear her heavy breathing before you pass out.

But you are not out long; you awaken to see her standing by her bed. Dazedly, you watch her hands hike her thong back on. Had it been a normal pair of panties, you would be trapped in her underwear. Fortunately, that does not happen. Unfortunately, you then see her step into her yoga pants. You immediately try to pull yourself free, but again, you cannot. You are stuck to firmly as if glued. The hands pull the pants up. They come up relatively easy to they the hips. She wiggles, her butt jiggling, as her hands tug. For a brief second you almost manage to get free but it is far too late. The yoga pants slide across her ass. The friction does pull you from her flesh only to tightly press you against it. You are now trapped against the cheek of her butt.

If she sits down again, it might not be on something so forgiving. You need to get out of here fast.

A distant, satisfied sigh echoes from above.

“Oh my gosh...” She sighs. Then a hard jolt rocks the fleshy surface. You don't need the deafening din of what sounds like artillery shells to know that she has given her booty a smart smack. She giggles. “I wish Neil was here...”

She begins to move. Every swing of her legs tightens the grip of her pants on you. It is not as bad as her sitting on you, but you can still only barely breath and it isn't long before you fade out.

When you come back, she is not moving. You can hear her voice. Another one two. That is all you hear before you fade again.

Movement wakes you up and this time, you're able to stay conscious.

“...and I don't know why.” You hear her say.

“That IS weird...” It's the other voice. This time you recognize it: Natalie Veronica. She's no longer a disembodied voice coming through a headset.

“That's why I wanted you to look at it. You know more about stuff like this than I do. Thanks for coming.”

“Sure thing, Sarah!”

Sarah.

It's only now that you realize that your giant hostess never once told you her name. She found you at the park, took you home (carrying you in her boobs, no less), and offered you shelter, but had failed to even introduce herself. Perhaps she forgot? Much like she seems to have forgotten about you. But that was impossible. She had specifically mentioned you. To the same girl that she was now seemingly walking with! How could she not notice you were missing? Why was she not looking for you right now?

You don't have time to ponder these questions. Right now, you need to get out of her pants before you end up squished. As you did before, you dig your fingers into the material and pull yourself upwards as fast as you can. Once you reach the hem, you manage to mostly hoist yourself free with the use of her hair. You are tugging your leg free when, just as before, she whirls around, throwing you off her body.

The difference this time is that you do not land on her bed, but a large red couch. And there is not only one butt looming over you. Natalie Veronica wears a red sweater that is cropped, showing her mid section, and her own blue yoga pants. And her booty is somehow even more enormous! At this low angle, you can behold all of Sarah's rear but not Natalie's. Hers is an entirely new ball game.

And you are caught dead center between them.

The redhead bends first, her wide blue butt all butt gobbling your vision. Sarah bends faster. Both their rears land around the same time and you are launched into the air so high you actually pass their thighs before coming back down onto the red couch.

You get to your feet, eager to get out of here before you wind up under another massive ass again.

But then you freeze in your tracks.

Natalie Veronica towers above you. The former model's beauty immediately ensnares you, as if her aura is as powerful as Aphrodite herself. Beyond the mighty wall of her generous thigh, clad in tight blue, you see her long, gorgeous red hair flowing whenever she moved. Her bright blue eyes, just visible beyond the swell of her chest, sparkled. She is a whole new world of possibilities and her beauty draws you in, impossible to ignore.